From the wasteland Cold steel under my wasteband Hazardous times Enemy lines drawn in the middle the streets The concrete's stained with blood I still got to eat
When I hit the street I made the man understand I fought with flesh and I bled like a man I rode that edge of darkness my friend Stood up to the enemy so life could begin
You know you got to Back the fuck up Back up off of me
Traces of ignorance Offense of hatred The faces change in the same old places Dark nights and lost souls Collide to cross those The line between a death and dream
I never wanted to lead your leash To pull around your ton of grief I'll come back with a fist of lead To educate your mind with a blow to your head
You know you got to Back the fuck up Back up off of me
Don't let the time pass waitin' for the answer You are exposed to all of the danger!
You know you got to Back the fuck up Back up off of me
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